Backyard Songtext
von Bambara

We′re at some late night art gallery
A 50's living room is nailed to the ceiling
You look pretty and sweet with red wine on your teeth
But I can′t shake this feeling like I'm capsized and kicking

We're the last ones here and people start to clean
Nagging tired and slow like blood drunk little sand fleas
And I shake you awake and say, "Where to next?"
′Cause with the morning you leave
You say, "I think Red Tide might still be open"
And I say, "When you′re gone, how you planning on coping?"

I will pretend that you're dead
And I′ll take what you left in my head
To the backyard and fill it with flowers instead


A bell's ringing somewhere near the beach
It′s bright and shrill and it's louder than it should be
I wonder if you′ll hear it tomorrow night
When everyone is sleeping
I rest my head on your shoulder
"What you gonna do when I get back home
And she wants you to hold her?"

I will pretend that you're dead
And I'll take what you left in my head
To the backyard and fill it with flowers instead

Well, I will pretend that you′re dead
And I′ll take what you left in my head
To the backyard and fill it with flowers instead

Well, I will pretend that you're dead
Yeah, I′ll take what you left in my head
To the backyard and fill it with flowers instead